The 100 Imagines💯

Bellamy--- What's Left?❤

Requested anon with prompt 69
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"What's there left after you lose yourself?"
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You sit in the cell, trying to force a small stem of a leaf into your shackles' lock in a weak attempt to get free.

Bellamy stands on the opposite side of the cell waiting for a guard or Roan or anybody to give news on what is to happen.

You both had come to Roan to tell him about the new plan with using night blood but he didn't like that you kept the backup plan-the Ark-a secret. So he locked you both up.
When all you were trying to do was help the stupid prick.

Finally Roan, Echo and a few others show on the other side of the bars.

After a minute of back and forth bickering, Echo and Roan turn away.

"My sister will get there first." Bellamy says and they halt in their tracks and Roan turns around. Later followed by Echo who draws a familiar sword from her holster.

Octavia's.

Bellamy shakes his head refusing what his eyes are seeing.

"No...no..." He whispers over and over.

"She wouldn't be taken alive." Echo says and she almost looks slightly upset herself. "She died a warriors death."

Bellamy crumbles and chokes and then erupts in a scream of pure agony and heartbreak.

Chills run all over your arms and the hairs stand on end at the sight of one of the strongest people you know,
Breaking down completely.

Roan and friends walk out and as the door shuts Bellamy falls down and cries hard into his knees which are pulled up to his face.

You try to reach to him with your one free hand you managed to unlock and try to touch him.

"Bellamy. It's Octavia. Have hope." You offer and he sniffles and looks up to meet your eyes.

He swallows and shakes his head.

"She's dead." He says and leans his back against the wall and closes his eyes as tears fall down from them.

"Have hope." You say and continue to try and unlock your shackles.

"Give up, (Y/n)." He says and you furrow your brows while continuing to shove the stem inside and twist.

"What's there left after you lose yourself?" He asks simply and quietly.

You look up to him and pause for a moment.

"Hope." You answer as your handcuff pops off after one quick twist of the stem.